Bisexual Wallpaper Novels & Stories

After sucking in air by her mere touch, Kendra said, “If I let you do that, then you have to promise to answer whatever questions I have to ask of you.” Minerva’s large breast grazed against Kendra’s upper arm as she lifted her body onto one elbow to better look at her. “You’re not in the least bit afraid of me, are you little girl?” Kendra lifted her chin in defiance. “I may be small compared to you, but I’m not afraid of you or any other lesbian.” Minerva threw her head back in laughter. “I’m bi-sexual, my dear. I have sex with people who I find beautiful. Male or female makes no difference. Taking you to my bed is an honor.”

The first room we met was the living room and she led me into it. The chairs were cream with orange throw pillows scattered on them, and the interior was covered in Emma Pastel wallpaper. Plants gave life to the house and the floor was laminated, there was a thin rug under a wooden coffee table that was in front of the main chair. I couldn’t find a single picture except for posters of a young stunning woman with medium-length black hair, flaunting her sexiness along with heavy amounts of jewelry as she made different poses. Then I saw similar titles on the posters, ‘Milionis.’

Yup it is a gay club. Inside the club is a typical scene for this sort of thing. Fog machines and strobe lights and sweaty bodies writhing against one another, BUt what catches my eye is the huge mural on the wall behind a small stage. It is a huge Rainbow Butterfly and the neat script angled below it reads “Maripossa”.

James, who always bragged about her satin long tight dresses that her beloved husband had bought her from London. "Are you suggesting that I and this, um... boy-girl look alike? Are you losing your sight, darling?" mimicked Ms. James walking up to her husband. "What's your name, girl?" "Bisila ma'am," she uttered, trying to keep her peace. "I didn't believe you would be so quiet, dear. Tell me. Are you afraid of my wife?" smirked Mr. James, pinching Bisila's humor. "Of course not, James. She is a very impressive lady. I was listening to her talk. She explained—"

Lance whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. It's a large room with a king size bed and a mini bar. The walls are black, and the carpet is soft. The walls are decorated with pictures of different sex styles. Some are so explicit that I blush just staring at them. " Which one do you prefer first? " Cliff asks as he serves me another glass of wine. I look at him and then at the wall. I bite my lower lip, and walk to the picture of a woman who is on all fours while the man behind her is playing with her pussy.

Ergon and Valeria both sat on her bed. Ergon busily stared around her room. It wasn't that big, but it was nice, neat and cozy. The wallpaper is a nice pink color with lovely white flower designs, carrying the posters of Arianna Grande. "Wow!" Ergon exclaimed. "What?." "I didn't know you were a big fan of hers?" Ergon said, pointing at her wallpaper. "Of course I am, I love her a lot. In fact, I love everything about her."

I said carefully, “does that mean... are you both... bi?” Doug gave a small nod, but it was Jennifer who responded. “We’ve shared a few men over the years. Doug realized he was bisexual a while ago, and we started exploring that side of ourselves together. Sometimes with couples. Sometimes with single partners. It’s not a free-for-all. It’s intentional. Consensual. Sexy as hell.” She glanced toward Doug and smiled. “With me, he usually submits. But with men… he leans dominant.” The firelight danced across her features, softening her face. My panic began to untangle, replaced by something warmer. Heavier. A quiet hunger I hadn’t let myself feel in years.

“Why are you sighing anyway?” “Come here and help me pick a product.” She quickly stood up and walked towards my chair and I pulled her on my lap, inhaling her sweet cherry scent, and showed her the screen of the laptop. “This is purple damask wallpaper and this is red and black vinyl wallpaper. Which one do you think will suit this room?” Her eyes were wide and glittery as she squinted at the three-dimensional model of the room and aped at me. “Is that a pole?”

she began to reply. But Miss Chandler cut her off, saying, "Not a lesbian? Neither am I, deary. And neither is Dawn. We're bisexual. In fact we're all bisexual here." She turned the woman so she could see the three others, naked and staring back at her, and added, "We all suck cock and we all eat pussy. Just like you're going to do." She then forced a kiss on her closed lips, before pushing her to her knees. "Starting with mine," she told her.

Jackson raised his eyebrows, while Liam blinked in surprise, the corner of his mouth twitching between irritation and amusement. “Indulging in therapy now? Is that what we’re doing?” Liam asked, his voice teasing, but not cruel. “No,” Janet replied firmly. She sat straighter, her tone slipping into something sharper, wiser. “I’m saying people always reduce it to sex. Like it’s only about who you can drag into bed. But bisexuality is about affection, about attraction, about connection that doesn’t stop at lines people draw. It’s seeing someone, man, woman, or beyond—and wanting them not just for their body, but for the chaos and beauty they carry.”